| A | E | | Once in royal David's | city, |
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| A | | Stood a lowly cattle | shed, |
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| E | | Where a mother laid her | baby, |
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| A | | In a manger for his | bed: |
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| D | A | | Mary was that | mother | mild, |
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| E | A | | jesus christ, her little | child. |
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He came down to earth from heaven, |
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Who is god and lord of all, |
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And his shelter was a stable, |
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And his cradle was a stall: |
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With the poor, and mean, and lowly, |
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Lived on earth our savior holy. |
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For he is our childhood's pattern; |
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Day by day, like us, he grew; |
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He was little, weak, and helpless, |
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Tears and smiles, like us he knew; |
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And he cares when we are sad, |
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And he shares when we are glad. |
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And our eyes at last shall see him, |
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Through his own redeeming love; |
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For that child so dear and gentle, |
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Is our lord in heaven above: |
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And he leads his children on, |
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To the place where he is gone. |
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